Chapter 43

Logically, that should have made Brandon off limits. He was, essentially, a client, though he was guest-starring on the show and would be gone once he’d shot all his episodes. Another six weeks or so, it sounded like. And getting involved with someone you were working to protect, no matter how simple the job, was always a bad idea. Besides, he often looked at me like I scared the shit out of him, so I couldn’t imagine he returned the infatuation. Brandon was the fantasy, and I should leave it at that.

With a heavy sigh, I got out of bed. My dick was still hard, but I ignored it. A good workout would take care of it, and I needed to start my morning. The small house I’d bought when I moved us to Seattle nearly five years ago didn’t boast much room, but it actually had a basement. I’d finished off a section of it and set up a weight bench and a treadmill. I was no longer an active duty Marine, but I was a reservist, and that meant I had the responsibility to keep myself in top shape.